From the recording Kumbaya in A Minor
Lyrics
One steps up and another one falls
How long ‘til you kill them all?
Clutching a brown paper bag, crouching under a rag-shelter shopping mall.
Desert skies bright with explosions in the night
Neon lights and human rights a curtain call
Bet it all on red, it’s what your mama done said
When the fighters dropped their bombs on her head.
One praise greed and the other praise God
Hiding under a facade
What does He say as He’s eating his way through a line at the midnight buffet?
Over at the inn where the sucker’s wallet brims like the dozers of the kibbutzim
One’s a bit boozy and the other trains with Uzis
That your father bought for two zuzim
"C’est ne pas un exercice," said the devil with the bevel and the clear blue teeth watching over the strips and the apathy beneath where the lamb of God ain’t nothin more than a sheep
And you try to hide behind the cries and lies, as the overcrowded streets are kinda supersized
And the shots are singing and the slots are ringing their tunes converge in a cacophony of bleating.
Angel of death watches over two strips where the ask always exceeds the bid
One kid, one kid, ‘usqitt qanabil ealaa masjid
Play your hand and blame the yid
The circus never comes to town because there’s already clowns enough so disappointed
And Mother Earth bleeds for your moral less deeds,
Do you know what she did?